I am constantly trying to remain sane but the status of
our relationship is driving me over the edge
or maybe i am already over the edge and the breeze of
plummeting to the ground is making me regain consciousness.
The truth is I'm not breathing. I stopped.
You see, when you stop breathing, everything seems to
Ignore the oxygen deprivation signs: the unresponsive tendecies, blurring vision
and your lungs catching fire from the friction your heart is creating
bumping and throbbing trying to
encourage you to breathe again.
The second truth is that i still miss and love you more than you can understand.
I saw the end as it began and I would rather have you for a little while than
never at all. Never having the chance to call you mine.
I prayed. Well, I tried. Nothing happened..
I just hope you are happy and i hope you remember to breathe.
I am sorry you had to put up with me.
Ever since we ended things- i mean when you ended things-
all I could do is write, write and delete, delete
So, I suppose, I thank you for giving me something to write about but
it's not something I wanted because now everything I write about has an under lying
message that's about you.
I am slowly breathing. Slowly taking control of myself.
until I saw you with her. Then I stopped again.
A flashback of how much you told me you liked her
A flashback of your broken heart because of her
one request: don't forget me
you already left me, i miss your voice
i wish i could breath again.